8 November 2012
Blood stained lips Pale white skin 3 dead brides No living kin.
Long sharp teeth Nails to match Hair as dry As cottage thatch.
Long black cloak Hides from daylight The original creature Of the night.
Killed by stakes And garlic bulbs Travels the world To hide from mobs.
Van Helsing hunts Wants his head Will not stop Until he's dead
Needs no food To satisfy Can change shape Take wing and fly.
Torn out throat No blood left Drained of life Left for death.
Dangerous foe Spreads his curse It may be best If he was wiped from earth.
Brams Creation • Opuss № I